The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, 7 tomasC. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. and R. Tonson, B. Dod, G. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, T. Longman, S. Crowder and Company, W. Johnson, C. Corbet, T. Lownds, and T. Caslon, 1762 |
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38 psl.
... Thou haft fome fuit to Cæfar , haft thou not ? Art . That I have , Lady , if it will pleafe Cafar To be fo good to Cafar , as to hear me : I fhall befeech him to befriend himself . Por . Why , know'st thou any harm intended tow'rds him ...
... Thou haft fome fuit to Cæfar , haft thou not ? Art . That I have , Lady , if it will pleafe Cafar To be fo good to Cafar , as to hear me : I fhall befeech him to befriend himself . Por . Why , know'st thou any harm intended tow'rds him ...
45 psl.
... thou haft wounds , Weeping as fast as they ftream forth thy blood , It would become me better , than to close In terms of friendship with thine enemies . Pardon me , Julius - here waft thou bay'd , brave hart ; Here didft thou fall ...
... thou haft wounds , Weeping as fast as they ftream forth thy blood , It would become me better , than to close In terms of friendship with thine enemies . Pardon me , Julius - here waft thou bay'd , brave hart ; Here didft thou fall ...
48 psl.
... Thou shalt not back , ' till I have borne this corfe Into the market - place : there fhall I try In my Oration , how the people take The cruel iffue of these bloody men ; According to the which , thou fhalt difcourfe To young Octavius ...
... Thou shalt not back , ' till I have borne this corfe Into the market - place : there fhall I try In my Oration , how the people take The cruel iffue of these bloody men ; According to the which , thou fhalt difcourfe To young Octavius ...
56 psl.
... thou art afoot , Take thou what courfe thou wilt ! -How now , fellow ? Enter a Servant . Serv . Octavius is already come to Rome . Ant . Where is he ?, Serv . He and Lepidus are at Cæsar's houfe . Ant . And thither will I ftraight , to ...
... thou art afoot , Take thou what courfe thou wilt ! -How now , fellow ? Enter a Servant . Serv . Octavius is already come to Rome . Ant . Where is he ?, Serv . He and Lepidus are at Cæsar's houfe . Ant . And thither will I ftraight , to ...
64 psl.
... thou be'st a Roman , take it forth . I , that deny'd thee gold , will give my heart ; Strike as thou didst at Cæfar ; for I know , When thou didst hate him worst , thou lov'dst him better Than ever thou · lov'dft Caffius . Be Bru ...
... thou be'st a Roman , take it forth . I , that deny'd thee gold , will give my heart ; Strike as thou didst at Cæfar ; for I know , When thou didst hate him worst , thou lov'dst him better Than ever thou · lov'dft Caffius . Be Bru ...
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The Works of Shakespeare– In Eight Volumes ; Collated with the ..., 7 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1757 |
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Achilles Ægypt Agamemnon Ajax anfwer Brutus Cæfar Cafar Cafca Caffius Calchas Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Clot Cloten Creffida Cymbeline death defire Diomede doth Enobarbus Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes faid falfe fear feem fhall fhew fhould flain fleep fome fool fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fweet fword give Gods Guiderius hath hear heart heav'ns Hector himſelf honour i'th Iach Imogen kifs lady Lepidus Lord Lucius Madam mafter Mark Antony Menelaus moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Neft noble o'th Octa Octavia Pandarus Patroclus Pifanio pleaſe Pleb Poft Pofthumus Pompey pr'ythee prefent Priam purpoſe Queen reafon Roman Rome SCENE changes ſhall ſpeak tell thee thefe Ther Therfites theſe thing thofe thou art Titinius Troi Troilus Ulyffes whofe yourſelf
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33 psl. - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
331 psl. - And posts, like the commandment of a King, Sans check, to good and bad: but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents, what mutiny, What raging of the sea. shaking of earth, Commotion in the winds, frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture!
49 psl. - Had you rather Caesar were living and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all free men? As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him : but, as he was ambitious, I slew him. There is tears for his love; joy for his fortune; honour for his valour; and death for his ambition.
54 psl. - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend...
22 psl. - How that might change his nature, there's the question: It is the bright day that brings forth the adder; And that craves wary walking. Crown him? — that? And then, I grant, we put a sting in him, That at his will he may do danger with.
10 psl. - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life ; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
113 psl. - O'er-picturing that Venus, where we see The fancy outwork nature: on each side her Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids, With divers-colour'd fans, whose wind did seem To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool. And what they undid, did. AGR. O, rare for Antony! ENO. Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides, So many mermaids, tended her i...
53 psl. - This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
7 psl. - And do you now put on your best attire? And do you now cull out a holiday? And do you now strew flowers in his way, That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Be gone! Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.
372 psl. - Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.